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IRISH SONGS AND LTR1CS 157 |
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PADRAIC COLUM {Living)
A DROVER
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O Meath of the Pastures, From wet hills by the sea, Through Lei trim and Longford Go my cattle and me.
I hear in the darkness
Their slipping and breathing, I name them the byways
They're to pass without heeding. __
Then the wet, winding roads, Brown bogs with black water,
And my thoughts on white ships And the King o' Spain's daughter.
O farmer, strong farmer, You can spend at the fair,
But your face you must turn To your crops and your care!
And soldiers, red soldiers,
You've seen many lands, But you march two by two,
And by captain's commands. |
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